Why would I forget ? | Roger Taylor

34- Stumbled

An- smut warning :)

Me and Roger stumbled through my apartment door, locked in a kiss neither of us were ready to end. We were both covered in a blanket of cold rain, but our bodies close against one another's kept us from shivering.

The pair of us somehow managed to remove our shoes yet still remain locked with the other. We crashed down the hall, Roger's arms wrapped tightly around me and my fingers pulling softy on his blonde mop of hair. I opened my bedroom door and let us both fall onto my bed. He broke the kiss, but only to look down at me as I smiled up at his soft expression.

"You're so beautiful you know that."

"You're so cheesy sometimes." We both laughed and let our lips lock with one another's again. Roger's hands danced across my figure until he found the zip to my dress and pulled it down slowly. My fingers unbutton the few buttons actually done up on the drummer shirt and carefully slid it off his shoulders.

I pulled my dress over my head and paused for a small second, giving Roger a brief moment to admire me. He licked his lips and let his eyes quickly drop up and down my torso before they met mine again. The moonlight creeping through the blinds shone almost perfectly against his features, highlighting the few rain drops he had left on his cheeks.

The drummer practically threw off his jeans as I looked up at the blonde, a small smile pulling at my lips. I wrapped my hands in his hair and kissed him again, this time harder than the last as he slipped my underwear off my frame.

My mouth fell open in a silent gasp as Roger's hands slid around my back and unclasped my bra, allowing him the perfect opportunity to let his tongue to slip between my lips and dance with mine. I could taste the alcohol against his lips and feel the coldness of the rain against his fingers as he let his hands grasp my boobs.

Our lips parted again when the blonde began kissing my neck softly. He trailed his lips across my torso, managing to kiss every sensitive spot. I gasped a little, earning a smug smirk from the drummer as he kissed his way down my figure until his head sat between my thighs.

He placed a couple of kisses above my entrance before gently brushing his thumb over my clit. He quickly leaned over and grabbed his wallet from his jeans, only to get himself some protection.

"Really ? Your wallet." I laughed a little.

"You talk an awful lot you know." Before I could respond to his quip I found my lips tangled with his again as I pulled down his boxers. One of his hands had a tight grasp on my waist and the other on my chest.

We stayed in the position for only a few seconds until I placed a trail of kisses against his neck whilst he hurriedly put on the protection. He leaned in closer towards my figure against the bed, letting our lips fall back onto one another's.

Roger gently pushed into me, earning a loud gasp from the frame underneath him. His hand reunited with its familiar spot on my chest whilst the other grasped onto the head board for support. I leaned my head further into my pillow and gasped louder as the blonde above me increased his speed slightly.

"Fucking hell." I moaned, wrapping my hands around the drummers neck as he leaned down the smallest inch and kissed mine, leaving a couple fresh marks.

"Jesus Christ Tee..." Roger whispered, startling the butterflies that had only just stopped fluttering in the pit of my stomach as the words met my ears. I kissed him again, but broke it as my mouth fell open against his.

Within ten minutes or so, we were both hot with thrill. Each time the drummers name fell out of my lips, his pace quickened, only causing me to yell it more. My hands were tangled in his hair and his were supporting his body from trembling as he started to become weak with pleasure.

"Roger don't stop..." His speed increased for the last time as both of us neared our highs.

"Fuck..." He groaned, his breath quick and shaky as he almost lost control.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna-" The moment the words left my lips my core tightened and my grip on the drummers hair became harder as my body reached it's high point.

"Oh fuckkkkk." Roger moaned in my ear as he came, not giving the butterflies any rest. His body fell onto mine, both of us panting and covered in a sheer sweat.

Moments later, he rolled over and crashed onto the other side of my bed, his breathe still quick and body still hot. I turned to look at him, relatively shocked by what I'd just done. I'd spent the last few months trying to avoid sleeping with Roger, but now I knew he wasn't gonna ditch me.

"I just slept... with Roger fucking Taylor."

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do that for ? Far too long, that's for sure. "

An- I don't like writing smut that much as I know I'm awful at it 😭

thanks for reading and commenting- I love seeing what you think :)